Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.
We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it bowed to our will.
Then came the days
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.
I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.Marionette in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She moves with them,
To dull the pain.
A painted face,
With a printed smile,
Her emotions left unversitile.
She dances alone, secluded,
Forlorn and deluded.
And only for her twisted master.
A mental crafter,
A vile bastard.
but this is a show.
the people can see it
the people they know,
this is no secret.
their eyes glazed over
like shes no longer there
ignoring her existence,
she finds comfort in despair.
welcome to the show.
on stage, a girl
who you might as well know.
Only I can see the tears,
And only I know all her fears.
I flick my fingers to the right,
On my command she stands up right.
I flick my finger to the left.
She'd murder all the ones she left.
she dances with a smile.
that does not reach the eyes,
it looks so sick and vile
a soul that believes its lies.
Maybe its love,
i've heard it's supposed to ache.
Or maybe she's insane,
because even the strong can break.
I don't know the reasons,
Or why she's bound and cha
Gutter GirlGutter girl washed her dress,Gutter Girl in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In dirty water to look her best.
Combed her hair back with a comb,
Made from blue birds ribcage bone.
Bought a nice dress from a witch,
With human hair in every stich.
and also gave her glass kept shoes,
That shattered if were ever used.
Gutter girl went to the ball.
A party hosted at the mall.
Wanted to dance, to learn and sing.
Find what romance and love could bring.
But she was stopped
Right at the door
For she was too weird,
And too poor.
She was tossed out to the street,
Her shoes then shattered beneath her feet.
The dress began to fall apart
Each peace ripped raw, straight from her heart
The sky struck midnight.
And she went back,
Underneath and into black.
Gently shielded by the rain,
She goes back down into her drain.
Picks the glass out of her feet ,
Hangs her dress up in defeat.
Kindly thanked her grandma witch,
And bales the rain out of her ditch.
Gutter girl took the day.
To gently wash the pain away...
Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...Sky Fall in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She calls me on the phone.
Her voice worried and hysterical,
Compelling me to get home.
The sky is falling…
That everything’s coming down.
She can feel the whole world crying,
And she’s afraid she going to drown.
Hiding under an umbrella.
Isolated on her bed.
Maybe to keep the rain out,
Or the rumors that have spread.
Trying to ignore them,
Like the voices in her head.
She shuts her eyes to scream,
But silent raindrops fall
That one day,
The clouds might go away.
it leaves me stifled and choked,
When even on the sunny days,
it makes no sense,
that she's always soaked.
In the night.
She wakes to rain,
Hiding under an umbrella in fright.
Like the downfall causes her pain.
She tries to be brave,
Peeking up at the skies.
But she cant help herself,
So she just hides and cries.
and she says
I know i'm lost,
and I've almost lost it all.
one step forward, two steps aheadSoftly, slowly.one step forward, two steps ahead in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The grains tumble on down.
Except for a whisper,
they don't dare make a sound.
Step by step
We move away from the past.
like steady drops of sand,
Being viewed from stained glass.
Softly and slow
Drop by drop
forced to step and never stop.
We slowly fade away
Like sand in a broken hour glass.
Always on different paths,
We may only brush by.
Never to touch,
Until the day we die.
Broken ButterfliesI opened my mouth and coughed out the wingsBroken Butterflies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Throwing up the colors,
From once beautiful things.
They crawl up my throat,
And pry through my teeth,
Revealing the darkness,
I've hid underneath.
Her words echo in my head,
I try to stand.
But fall instead.
They no longer had that fluttery feel.
I guess the love had lost its appeal.
I cough and clutch at the hole in my chest.
Is this just love at its best?
She said she hates the world.
But I know she loves it so,
I have seen her on the hill,
With the evening afterglow.
She feeds them with my beating heart
Like the sweetest tart.
While clutching at the hole in her chest,
Causing them to swarm in unrest.
Their wings are black and broken
Like words unspoken,
They flutter by silently
She stands atop the hill secluded.
While I watch her from the gate.
Next to the forgotten roads,
In the evening when it's late.
Passed where yellow flowers grow,
With all our secrets kept in the glow.
Hold The NoiseHer words.Hold The Noise in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They grace pages,
From the tip of her tongue.
Just one more melody,
That goes unsung.
Yet pen strikes at paper,
Creating worlds and dreams.
Not knowing her own talent,
She takes them to extremes.
Unable to control her abilities,
She rhymes the world from reason.
Time holds its breath,
The stars fade out,
She pauses death.
And life stands still.
She writes it all,
While watching from a window sill.
In the worlds she made.
Away from the loud reverberations,
Of stress, life, and boys.
She finds she is finally able,
To Hold The Noise.
Paper Planes (mix)You called againPaper Planes (mix) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like I don't know what you want to do.
And I'm still folding these letters,
Pretending my words just might reach you.
So I let it ring
Hiding from the rain,
And the feelings it brings.
while hiding from the pain.
Reminded of when we spent the days,
Like they'd always last.
Now all we have are memories,
That belong to the past.
And I'm just sitting here
Still trapped under the rain.
Waiting for the chance,
To send these paper planes.
I look out the windows
Thinking about where the time goes,
How I let it slip away,
While I watched the clock tick,
It's way throughout the day.
And I've cursed this wasted time,
Ignoring all your calls
Wishing I could find the strength
To break these invisible walls.
And I wish that I could tell the truth,
And I wish that I could lie.
But I've been too afraid,
With no real reason why.
You call again
But I'm too afraid of what you're gonna say,
So I let it ring.
And I'm still here,
For the end
We Are The LiarsWe twist are words to talk to you,We Are The Liars in Free Verse More Like This
And bend the facts
to make them true.
We are the wolves, that lead the lambs.
Like gods of death
who guide the dammed.
The tricksters and jesters, who kings all loved;
Until we had them lynched and clubbed.
We are the ones, who break your rules.
While dancing on your laws like fools.
Your friends and family that will always last,
It is we who wear the mask.
We lie to make our world more,
While wearing masks that you adore.
We are the ones who set up the fires
And bury the living
in funeral pyres
we are the ashes
Crowned with thorns
And misplaced desires
We are the liars
TypingTurtleShe types the words slow.TypingTurtle in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Holding them close in her head,
She lets them all go.
The words just won't flow,
No matter how hard she tries.
Yet they echo in her head.
Like the broken up whispers,
That lie in her bed.
A past full of feelings, That bleed so strong.
A word from her head
could undo the wrongs.
..she opens her mouth
The earth starts to slow.
All light dims out,
Her eyes start to glow.
Everything is nothing
Just a glimpse, of future past.
But she can't keep up
Her dreams are just too vast.
A keystroke interrupts
So she types the words slow.
Guarding them in her head,
She lets them flow.
They just won't go
Where The Impossible Tries To BeTake me to a place, she said;Where The Impossible Tries To Be in Free Verse More Like This
my dreams no longer see.
My heart is breaking, my will is gone;
I'm not who I used to be.
Show me the place you can only see once;
a world for just you and me.
Take me there, to that place;
where the impossible tries to be.
Where the light and the dark share their love;
where the sun and the moon dance above.
A place where the grass and wind
become the sea;
and splash their waves all over me.
Clouds are colors that become the sky;
taste them as they pass on by.
A place where Angels go to cry;
and tears rain down from cold clear sky's.
I'll look up sadly through the rain;
and understand the worlds pain.
so please don't let me fall asleep;
and die for a world i cannot keep.
but don't dare wake me if i dream;
You'll rip our world at its seams.
she left for the place that transcends time;
she'll live forever and ever mine.
a place i will never get to see,
because this world won't let me be.
I can only imagine.
oh so bitterly,
about the place;
Where The Impossi
The door of hellthe door is openedThe door of hell in Free Verse More Like This
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark
this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid
he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
The hand on my katanathe hand on my katanaThe hand on my katana in Free Verse More Like This
the sad look
the heart ripped
I have to take thy life
thou hast betrayed the clan
the punishment for thy foul is death
we were friends
Now thy head rolls on the floor
The voice from beyond the gravethy voice is sad and melancholicThe voice from beyond the grave in Free Verse More Like This
she resounds in my head
a year already, that you're dead
a year that I'm alone
I have an strange feeling
I believe I see thy face in the mirror
i sense a presence near me
I'm crazy to hope or naive to believe
that I can communicate with thee
Eternal sufferingshe looks at each tombEternal suffering in Free Verse More Like This
she seeks the name of his first love
this man was nice and tender
he was aware of her past
he had never judged her crimes
kneeling before his grave, her hands immersed in this cursed land
she cries her sadness and her distress
I loved you, my angel
excuses me, I had not the choice
the abandonment was the only solution
Phobiathe lights are extinctPhobia in Free Verse More Like This
the wall advances towards me
I'm sick, I am afraid
the crowd ignores my pain
I fall into a black hole
I scream my distress in indifference
help me, this is too hard
help me, give me your hand
I need a little light
The lost innocenceMy innocence is lostThe lost innocence in Free Verse More Like This
one night, I lost this treasure
I thought to be ready
I thought being loved
but for him, I was a bitch
for him, I was a toy
the love had disappeared
I regret this night
I regret my impatience
Today I am a princess without crown
a teenager at heart injured
which seeks forgot this day
True loveThe time has erased our youthTrue love in Free Verse More Like This
our two bodies are worn out
Yet the desire has not changed
The age is not important
the love and sex are immortal
when two people love each other for real
a virtual lifebehind my avatara virtual life in Free Verse More Like This
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
My body injuredmy body is injured by lifeMy body injured in Free Verse More Like This
each scar is an ordeal of the past
They bleed often
the remembrance is their enemy
my body is injured by life
when I look back
I'm having a deep disgust
a stench contaminates my heart
I stops breathing and I play with the death
All They See Is ScarsI want to tell a story,All They See Is Scars in Free Verse More Like This
but this story isn't a fairy tale
and it wont have a happy ending,
because the real ones, well
they never really do.
In high school
I picked up my pen
and I began to write
It existed and it was pure
and it was lovely.
But my rapist rewrote me.
breathing on my neck
and tracing my back with his fingers.
He rewrote me as broken.
He wrote me as a statistic,
as another white girl who got told
that she cried rape for attention.
But that didn't matter because see,
I wanted to tell a story.
A story about family,
about picking each other up
about blood being thicker than water
about how not everyone's home
had to be broken.
But my father rewrote me.
When i picked up my pen
he spoke words to me
that I swear bruised my whole body
and I learned that nothing
was thicker than his alcohol
and my home was already shattered.
But I wanted to tell a story.
so I picked up my pen
to write about god.
A God that could save anybody
And God loved everybody,
which was the onl
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show in Free Verse More Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
Chenbeard the PirateChapter 1:Chenbeard the Pirate in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember waking up, with the distinct metallic taste of blood swilling about my teeth. I spat a red glob of the stuff onto the stone floor and tried very hard, through the pounding of my skull, to determine why I had been left in such a poor state of affairs. Most of my memories had been jumbled up, no doubt by the violence inflicted upon me prior to my arrival. My thoughts were a nonsensical sequence of colors and sounds--most of which made no sense. I could recall several important bits and pieces though: a voice, one that was calling out for me and a warm hand, reaching toward the distance. Was that hand mine? I wondered, as the memory faded away. How exactly had I come to arrive in this place, that alone was food for thought.
My internal rumination however was soon broken by the sound of a rusted metallic gate, screeching it's lungs out as it attempted to open the way. I could not see the whining mechanism, but I could tell that it was defin
Imagine DragonsThis story has been fully voice-acted. Scroll to the description for the audio.Imagine Dragons in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And here I am, walking up these large stone steps. Climbing up them, literally, as they were not made for humans to traverse. I would have been tired of ascending them each day, if not for the fact that I was no longer human. You see, I am what they call a Dragon Hunter. I happened to be one from the icy north and as such, this entire army of armour-clad Templars brought me along to exterminate the demon dragon that was said to plague these frost-bitten mountains.
The Icy Peaks of Teruel, or so they called them. Really they were just a collection of very large and harsh mountains, in which nothing dared to make its home. There was no wildlife here, no trees, not even the barest hint of a stone bug to be found. There was literally nothing here, except for a blind belief that a demonic drago
The Human SolutionThe Human Solution:The Human Solution in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies and gentlewolves, I come before you today,
To speak on an issue that is close to our hearts.
For many centuries, we Wolves have struggled;
Continuing to seek a final solution to 'the Human Problem'.
Many of you might have heard of the horror stories,
Of these furless creatures lurking in the outer reaches.
Some cities have found them living in underground caverns;
Preying upon the young pups that stray too close to their nests.
It is sad, to say the least, but that sorrow ends today;
For it is my privilege and honour as Chairman of Lycanthropes United,
To unveil our newest means of combating this parasitic pandemic.
Three months ago our top scientist, Doctor Uriel Whitetail,
Discovered a particular genetic weakness in the Human cell structure,
When sprayed with this particular gas, 'Cynofium',
The human cells stop producing an important chemical;
Causing a quick death in mere moments...
As of today our soldiers are already prepared,
They will be
DeceptiveDeceptive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
The Pirate SolsticeThe Pirate Solstice:The Pirate Solstice in Free Verse More Like This
There is tale around the Galbin Coast,
Of a black ship that appeared on the Winter Solstice.
It arrived at a town near Bismarch,
Struck heavily by famine and crop plagues.
The ship drifted silently upon the ocean currents,
Not a creak nor groan could be heard from its frame.
It docked at the port like an ominous reaper's vessel;
A metallic boarding ramp - much like a daemon's tongue -
Slithered slowly from its deck to meet with wooden jetty.
The crew descended, wearing black cloaks and black hats,
Fedoras, I believe they were called.
These figures made little noise as they moved,
walking slowly, silently and solemnly,
Carrying huge rucksacks upon their backs.
One by one, they dispersed throughout the town,
They went from house to house, distributing food,
Gifts and other things of the like.
For the first time in a long while,
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
Children actually giggled and smiled,
While adults breathed a sighs of relief and ea
WinterfallWinterfall:Winterfall in Free Verse More Like This
Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak
An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...
I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore
From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare
I paint it with colours, to frame the moment of death
and lay it with the others in the mountain's breast
Here in the silence, within the womb of the earth
You can view the masterpiece that I have birthed
A giant of corpses, sewn with flesh
Tattooed with the faces of eternal rest...
"Ah, indeed I am a genius..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd August 2012
My Birthday Is Rather SpecialMy birthday is rather special time of year. In the day, there are good wishes, parties and a good time to be had by all. In the night however, events tend to take a rather morbid turn…My Birthday Is Rather Special in Short Stories More Like This
I prepared this year, as I always do: A chilled bottle of wine hidden out of sight and a pair of large candles; both of which would last the night.
I would then take a seat on the sparse wooden floor of my storage room and wait. Always I would end up waiting as the minutes ticked on by, for my companion was never early nor was she ever late. Indeed, she would only arrive precisely when she was meant to.
I peered into the shadows as time wore on by. The flickering light of the candles did little to aid my vision, filling it with the blissful pirouettes of the dancing shadows. I was always nervous during these times and indeed, I had reason to be. Most would have lived their lives without a spiritual encounter. Most should be glad to be a part of the boring world. For in a world without incid
A Life in FlamesTHE ELVEN BOY cowered beneath the bed, as the hulking beast-like creature devoured what remained of his mother. Through his watery blue eyes, tear-stained and red, he watched as the creature slurped the muscles from her bones. It was a terrible sight for the boy to behold, as the beast was unlike any other that he had ever seen. Its neck hung loose, as though broken badly and its face, though humanoid in appearance, was elongated like that of a canine.A Life in Flames in Short Stories More Like This
The boy had heard it howling, much like a wolf before it attacked. His father had gone outside to check for the source of the noise and the boy did not see him die. His ears however, had heard everything and even now, he winced at the memory. The sound of his father's legs being torn, his screams of agony and rage as he swung a wood-cutter's axe at the creature. All of it, had been in vain.
Rrrrrgggh! the creature growled as it poked its head up from its meal. The thin scraggly re
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
The Misadventures of ChenbeardA humorous adventure filled with accents, jokes and every single reference we can possible get away with!The Misadventures of Chenbeard in Short Stories More Like This
Story One: He’s a Pirate After All…
…and so it came to pass that the once great pirate captain, Chenbeard the Mighty, found himself adrift upon the lonely currents of the ocean. Having been exiled from his crew, mostly from drinking too much of the rum and stealing underwear, the captain found his fate taking a rather sad turn. He had been knocked unconscious, bound and gagged, then tossed unceremoniously into one of the many dinghies that adorned the sides of the Sangue Padre.
Ordinarily, an exiled captain would find himself tossed into swirling currents of the sea. It was not uncommon for many of them to lose their lives in this fashion, but those within the crew that remained loyal to him, voted instead for a more humane end to his career.
Thus we begin the tale of Chenbeard the pirate, once a great man and now a mere hobo of the seve
RevengeRevengeRevenge in Free Verse More Like This
You think that we've forgotten,
But forgotten I have not,
I hold your soul within my fist,
Forever it will rot.
I thought I use to love you,
But I guess that I was wrong.
I know now that I hate you,
And your torture will be long.
How will I start? I would not know,
What I will do I fear,
It's hard to make a human being
Suffer when they once were dear.
I tighten my grip,
You scream in pain,
I look at my hand,
I don't see the stain.
Life means nothing anymore.
The circle turns.
Time goes on,
You are lost forever.
I know you're lost,
And down I kneel,
You cannot know the pain I feel.
I am sorry,
I must be strong.
Revenge was mine,
You were wrong.
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
Hell's AngelAll I need is an angel from hell,Hell's Angel in Free Verse More Like This
She's the only beauty who can control my desire,
When she breaks the ice and kisses me with fire.
I've been asleep for so long when I return to life,
The cherubim of heaven will hear my soul yell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She'll be my fair lady who will purge my regret,
When she calms the thunder with tears she wept.
I've been lost for all time but now I have no strife,
The seraphim of heaven will ring out an immortal bell.
All I need is an angel from hell,
She can do no wrong when all I see is her honesty,
When she slays the wind in those skies of piety.
I've been alone for an eternity now she's my wife,
The children of heaven will curse us: We of minds so fell.
Voices Of The ClockI look up and the clock chimes twelve,Voices Of The Clock in Free Verse More Like This
And I witness silent whistles working the night,
Under the flaming furies of crimson candlelight.
Into a grave of loneliness with despair I do delve,
To find happiness beyond my own shrouded sight.
I look up and the clock chimes eleven,
And I hear quiet sprockets slaving the morning,
Under the twitching tears of yellow yawning.
Down in a hell of woe I so long to give in,
But I seek joy before I start my misery mourning.
I look up and the clock chimes ten,
And I see vague gears governing the day,
Under the burning blades of cyan clay.
Yet here in this pit of hunger I'm about to begin,
On a blissful path that led me on it's wondrous way.
Tick tock cries the cogs and gears of the clock,
Managing it's tireless triumph of time,
Over those realities of ravenous rhyme.
Eroding away the most rhythmic of rock,
As I run upon satin sands of lovelorn luck.
I look up and the clock chimes nine,
In a world without worry or fear of feeling fine,
Perceiving it's a
HarbingerFrom beyond a space where time is still,Harbinger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rises a monster who wields a murderous will.
Crimson cuts of corruption line it's carapace,
Yielding imperial eyes on a merciless face,
Engines erupt to herald the harbinger's haste.
From beyond a silence where life is dead,
Moves a deity who haunts a ponderous head.
Purple parts of penetration mark it's form,
Daunting funereal cries by a tactless storm,
Circuits corrode to hail the harbinger's harm.
From beyond a sorrow where joy is lost,
Roams a terror who obeys a wonderous ghost.
Black bolts of beatification hold it's sword,
Slaying mercurial lies to a reckless word,
Diodes deduce to hark the harbinger's horde.
The Poem Without A TitleI fear writing these lines lost in love,The Poem Without A Title in Free Verse More Like This
Have become a force of unbridled habit.
If I think of a word echoing wisdom or worth,
Like a child trapped in a dream of delight,
I reach out with a humane hand and then I grab it.
I fear speaking these rhymes risk my rage,
Will become a power of unfurled wonder.
If I think of a label silencing lethargy or loathing,
Like a man caged in a nightmare of night,
I look up with a elusive eye to see a simple star.
I fear reading these symbols stop my soul,
Shall become a vehicle of undaunted hesitation.
If I think of a theme waking trust or toil,
Like an elder imprisoned in a sanctum of sight,
I walk forth with a gullible gait to freed concentration.
Riotous ApocalypseWait can't you hear that minute sound,Riotous Apocalypse in Free Verse More Like This
Gushing up from the depths of a dank underground,
Would you silence the screams of the damned?
Merciless marauders crawling over cement ceilings,
Blackened blades wielded by faces lacking feelings.
Wait can't you see their vacant frown,
Rising up from the lows of a lonely town,
Would you break the bellows of the cursed?
Senseless soldiers marching over marble mountains,
Hardened hatchets shielded by roars quaking rains.
Wait can't you smell their lost pity,
Building up from the hell of a hatred city,
Would you torment the tears of the harmed?
Guiltless gladiators storming over stone streams,
Sharpened swords yielded by dark bleeding dreams.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
The Blind WitnessGouging out the innocence from my eyes,The Blind Witness in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding red under the blackest sweet skies.
When all I witness before me is dour death,
Under bleak air that freezes all but frigid breath,
Where nothing screams but their silent lost cries.
Plucking out the oppulence from my mind,
Burning amber along the whitest loneliest line.
When all I witness before me is stale suicide,
Beside meek water that pleases all but morbid homicide,
Where nothing sleeps but their violet empty wine.
Sucking out the exuberance from my visage,
Boiling green above the gravest murder machine.
When all I witness before me is twisted terrorisation,
Opposite weak sand that eases all but placid fascination,
Where nothing stares but their violent chaotic wolverine.
Here Today Gone TomorrowDo whatever you feel girl,Here Today Gone Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
It's no pain to have no more tears to bleed.
Just don't let my emotions penetrate you,
It's a soul filled with sorrow that lives to feed,
But tomorrow comes to take me away if only I could stay.
Do whatever you need girl,
It's no hate to have no more scars to tear.
Just don't let my feelings violate you,
It's a mind lost in mourning that wants to care,
But tomorrow dawns and I'll be gone to walk the night alone.
Do whatever you desire girl,
It's no fear to have no more limbs to maim.
Just don't let my thoughts desecrate you,
It's a heart broke from lovesick that longs to claim,
But tomorrow rises to greet me with a smile now I depart for awhile.
Imaginary FriendWhy won't you look intoImaginary Friend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am I even here?
What did I do to anger
Why are you scared?
Are you ignoring me or
have you just forgotten
about who I am?
Can you even see me
I'm falling down.
far-ther and farther in
the hole of your dispair.
who needs someone.
You're not alone!
I'm standing right here!
Why won't you look at me?
Why can't you hear me?
Was I ever really here?
Look what you've done to
What you've made me!
Now I don't even know if I
I'd chase away all your
fears if you'd let me.
But now you can't hear me,
and now you don't see me.
Am i just your imaginary friend?
The Monster That Is MeThis face is a mask for you to seeThe Monster That Is Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hidden beneath is the true side of me
The monster you cannot see
The monster that is me
Dark thoughts from a darker mind
And no one can see, they're all blind
I bear no love for the likes of me
No compassion and that's how it should be
Pictures swirling in my twisted head
Dark secrets of people long since dead
A rushing tide of rage and there would be no end
no end to the beginning my friend
Don't ask, words are never real
Disgust is the only thing I feel
feel for myself and the monster that is me
The monster you cannot see
Beneath layers of blood and bone
Lies a creature with a heart of stone
Ever straining it's chains to break free
Ever luring, the monster that is me
This face is a mask for you to see
Hidden beneath is the true side of me
The monster you cannot see
The monster that is me
A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,A Letter to No One in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.
Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.
A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.
Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.
Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkle hope,
Not one ray from the busy moon.
On the clock’s tick, a rope was hanging.
On the clock’s tock, a form was thrashing.
A tired, hoarse throat gasps for life,
Cut abruptly by the Reaper’s scythe.
Poems on the shelf with an unknown author.
Paintings on the wall left unsigned.
Just another heart trapped in horror,
An unfinished l
If Only We Aged Like TreesTell me how many clinksIf Only We Aged Like Trees in Free Verse More Like This
when you smile
with a grave’s peace borrowed.
The creaks of a swing,
and the shards of broken china,
sing your childhood riddles
on nights the storm would knock.
Stars belong to clouds,
just as fate is in love with time.
A box full of buttons
and a handful of sand,
count how long you kept your fingers crossed
from behind the pleats of your summer skirt
as we watched our thoughts set
with an imaginary sun.
To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,To Fly in Fire in Free Verse More Like This
With night’s darkness as my dawn.
Questions requiring no answers,
And satisfaction found in the wrong.
Tears shed not like the inkwell,
Far overused by this rotting quill.
Is this the seed of strength and vigor,
Or closing distance with my rancor?
I hear the still damp match ignited,
Rekindling my flame of envy.
The drowned piece of wood below,
Was kept remembered after all.
So the wind I soared these wings with,
Were nothing but mere, fake glimpses.
What unkindly surrenders to the glutton,
That keeps me earth-bound along with it.
Flashes of fears of weakly faltering,
Dread my dreams with eyes unclosed.
But this tattered soul knows too well,
The day’s yet to exist when I can let go.
Wishes in the WellI laugh at the unforgiving irony,Wishes in the Well in Free Verse More Like This
A drop of water to desert's core.
Cunning taunts and hisses mock me,
Another child of Murder is born.
No creature would be left unfazed,
To the scent of rose and gentle touch.
Blind to the face that honey glazed,
A piece of meat to the hunter's lunch.
Piercing gazes thrown my way,
Welcoming that all too familiar doubt.
So soon Fate has come to play,
Enjoyed by twisting my mind about.
I drown in sand like a fool,
Visioning what's to be so vividly.
Without shame, please don't be cruel,
See I'm not built an oak but a lily.
Like a pen's ink was meant to flow,
I kiss the metal of this coin so cold.
As the rain from clouds choose to go,
May this return a hundred-fold.
Not yet done from sewing the pieces,
Chopped roughly by a smile so sweet.
You're the seraphim with deadly gazes,
Please be the one to make this heart beat.
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,Hidden Hues in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockwork,
Ears gone deaf to justified crime.
Oh just how can we all stand it?
Watching demons at their prime.
Placing pearls on the ocean floor,
And leaving hope in Pandora’s box.
The gods must feast on playing jokes,
Closing this cellar without the locks.
But just as air seeps in the tiniest hole,
Paired with night is dawn’s bright light.
CharadeHow much longer must it go on?Charade in Free Verse More Like This
This reality of make-believe,
Feels like a scene from a stage-play,
Where failure is long achieved.
What story is planned out now?
What plot is to be carried out?
Amusing how you're not tired,
Spewing out the same old lines.
Do you think we have an audience?
To render warm applause?
The seats are cold and empty,
Overlapping dust of folly.
We're but puppets to a string.
Made to move with no accord.
I see there is no puppeteer,
But this fantasy you dwell on.
How long will you remain asleep?
To the laughter of the sinister?
Or are you relieved somehow,
Of the meager joy you render?
Is the climax done I wonder?
Will the curtains ever be drawn?
Is this even tragedy or comedy?
Or just some tune to a sadist's song?
By all means rush to the finale,
Be one with the pointless jabberwocky.
Sing your threats with one voice less,
I knew I wasn't cut out for this.
Jewels in the DustFlowers bloom against the harsh rain and penetrating heat of the sun. Birds chirp to welcome the day born from the cold of the night. The endless force of water flows despite its ravaged passageways. Another day, another light. Another chance for our wings to take flight. And though perhaps this has been talked about far too many times, such a topic is one that does not wear with each chance it is uttered. Instead, like the stubborn blades of grass fighting through narrow cracks of cement, it only stands much taller and becomes much brighter as its never-ending tale of hope and love changes a life one after the other.Jewels in the Dust in Philosophical More Like This
The alarm clock shrieks winning the battle against silence. Our eyes open to the setting of routine. The mind goes through a mental checklist of what must be done, while fighting to let go of the realm of dreams. Everything the usual, nothing out of sorts. And as we leave the guard of our homes, we know full well we make ourselves vulnerable to the fear we hold against re
Reaper in the ShadowsI am the dust in the gathering light,Reaper in the Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
Heard in the drop of morning rain,
Looming within the rose bud,
A speck in night's velvet wake.
I whisper louder than Zephyr,
Sing with a voice that's croaked,
You hear me beneath the screams,
Of fears Silence cloaked.
As warm as Love's confusion,
As cold as the other's heart.
The shady, cunning warrior,
Who tears the world apart.
You'll find me drowned in water,
Buried deep in desert sand.
Unseen like the wisp of vapor,
That came from no man's land.
Freed to be caged forever,
In an endless labyrinthian maze.
Where each dead end is my escape,
And waxed wings are set ablaze.
Square the CircleShall this poem be worth your time,Square the Circle in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Know this now, I’m not in my prime.
Etching thoughts in streams of air,
Breathing in the cause of despair.
One line written and then erased,
The product is surely to be left unpraised.
Words crossed out again and again,
Heard this pen scream, “When will this begin!”
As soft as silk and as rapid as water,
Yet its flow is like earth, maybe harder.
Wonder if birds also tire to sing,
Lose their voices to taunts beguiling?
Chaos stands with well-earned respect,
Minds ravaged to deal in retrospect.
Madness turned to Turmoil’s good friend,
Heaving insanity to uncoil and unbend.
From a hollow void this poem was formed,
With intricacy and detail it was not adorned.
Yet for every piece the soul is torn,
A greater poet, artist, is born.
Sparrows and Train TracksSparrows and Train Tracks in Free Verse More Like This
She listens to the corpse of a wingbeat.
The stories of faraway people
etched on sea glass and flower petals,
like legends told for lullabies
printed with rose thorns
in the absence of paper.
Do the fingers of clock hands
hold the questions of children,
the way wine kisses guilt
and disposable wedding rings?
Handmade letters and gift-wrapped packages
resemble the music of a laughter
that isn't really there.
How many faces
are the reflections of a moment
dying in the second of a memory-
or the dances in the i love you's
that you never told me.
Mind.Darkness surrounds me,Mind. in Free Verse More Like This
Shadows surround you.
The present threatens me,
as the past did to you.
Your memories, you keep at bay,
but your thoughts just seem to fade away.
Your murdurous thirst is always there
and you seem to be grabbing at your hair.
My thoughts aren't right
my head's too tight,
I have to fight
just not take flight.
I want it to end
I want it to end
Please will somebody help me then?
It's not to late
Never to late
say it'll be alright
but we know it's not alright.
Because of your past,
you will certainly fade last.
You will not find a friend in this world.
We are not one
but one and the same.
Our minds have turned against us.
Save me from myself.These thoughts.Save me from myself. in Free Verse More Like This
They will not leave.
Just let me be,
don't bother me!
I think it's right
but then again,
I can't decide
please be my friend.
I can't trust this
I can't trust that.
What can I trust after that!
It's not real, it's not right,
I think I'm going to lose this fight.
If I can't trust this
and I can't trust that,
what makes me think
I'm not on the brink?
Could I change?
But I've lost hope.
I've lost you.
She left me.
And so did you.
It left my dictionary too long ago.
Just ask me.
Ask me please.
Ask me to trust.
Please help me, you really must!
I promise I will, I really will!
These thoughts are killing me.
Seeing White.She sits with her back against the wall,Seeing White. in Free Verse More Like This
She outlooks the stars from her window.
something sharp catches the light.
She looks at the moon.
A ghost of a smile graces her face.
She looks at the moon and raises her hand.
With her hand, she leaves a trace of her crimson ribbon,
and tries to tie it around the moon,
the very same,
so that she may take it with her to